This Side - 67, Dimzy, LD

Ray Charles can see you ain’t got no thug in you

This rap boy can still show you what a gun will do

Tell the label, «250 and I’m comin' through»

And I still jeet down a opp girl, that’s nothin' new

You was talkin' drills, I was really drillin' (Drillin')

Broke like a glass, you don’t know the feelin' (Broke)

No walls, all glass, that’s how we’re livin'

New opp turned pack, tell my little brother, «Bill him»

Two G’s the attire, do road like a tyre

Hit the headie already, gun lean with the fryer

Gang, you know, on the road, the block’s set up like the wire

I’m the truth with the mask, Jim Carrey, you a liar

Over on this side

They ain’t got it like we got it on this side, yeah

Move funny over this side

Crash corn, we can never let shit slide, yeah

Ain’t doin' what we do

Niggas ain’t doin' what we do

This goon’s lost screws

Ten toes when the cops come through

I’m still pullin' up that way (That way)

G’s all around me, blunts in the ashtray

Chillin' out in Ghana, chiefs call me ak way (Ak way)

Property talk, I ain’t worried 'bout no tax pay

Comin' from the jungle with my monkeys, lettin' waps spray

Comin' from the jungle where you gotta cut snakes

Pigs on our arse, want our heads on a plate

Fly birds in the states, packs comin' duct tape

Conspiracy talk, wipe half the estate

Two G’s the attire, do road like a tyre

Hit the headie already, gun lean with the fryer

Gang, you know, on the road, the block’s set up like the wire

I’m the truth with the mask, Jim Carrey, you a liar

Over on this side

They ain’t got it like we got it on this side, yeah

Move funny over this side

Crash corn, we can never let shit slide, yeah

Ain’t doin' what we do

Niggas ain’t doin' what we do

This goon’s lost screws

Ten toes when the cops come through

Got him mad at his girlfriend, I ain’t even piped it (Uh-uh)

She just like my last verse, I ain’t even write it

You know it come straight from the weed when I light it

Hooker on the block, how you find the time to wife it?

The fuck?

On gang 'cause we was ridin' a lot (Gang)

Tough talk will get you shot like a box (Baow)

I got feds still lockin' off my shows (Why they do it?)

'Cause on the opps we was slidin' a lot

Two G’s the attire, do road like a tyre

Hit the headie already, gun lean with the fryer

Gang, you know, on the road, the block’s set up like the wire

I’m the truth with the mask, Jim Carrey, you a liar

Over on this side

They ain’t got it like we got it on this side, yeah

Move funny over this side

Crash corn, we can never let shit slide, yeah

Ain’t doin' what we do

Niggas ain’t doin' what we do

This goon’s lost screws

Ten toes when the cops come through

Over on this side

They ain’t got it like we got it on this side, yeah

Move funny over this side

Crash corn, we can never let shit slide, yeah

Ain’t doin' what we do

Niggas ain’t doin' what we do

This goon’s lost screws

Ten toes when the cops come through

(Beatfreakz)